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Sherlock's POV
Sherlock was ashamed. He knew better, he knew she was a criminal, a murderer. The woman he had loved had been nothing but a facade, but thats all he saw when he looked at her. As false as Irene had been, she was but a part of Jamie. He could see it every time they spoke, it resonated in her letters to him.
The words rolled off his tongue, as though on cue, and as he heard them, he realized the weight of truth they carried. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I think I lo- “
“SHERLOCK! SHERLOCK WHERE ARE YOU?”
The voice had come from a floor below them, it was Joan. Both of them got up and he pulled the lever back up. When the doors opened, Sherlock yelled, “In here Watson!”
Joan was standing only a few feet away. She turned around and walked in, furious. “I got your message. What’s the matter with you? You could have been killed! You could have at least called me. Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine Watson. But you should get a medic, Moriarty here has a broken thumb.” He looked at her, she was staring back but her eyes were distant. He never got to finish his sentence, but he knew he didn’t need to. He had said enough.
Jamie's POV
They wrapped a blanket around her. As the doctor tended to her thumb, she watched Sherlock and Joan walk away, him briefing her in on what had occurred.
Jamie had understood what Sherlock had implied. What surprised her, was how much of it she could relate to. If she was his addiction, then he was her's. She was likely to be back in prison the next day, but all she focus on was this knot in her heart. Jamie hated being so restless, she hated not being in control.
Detective Bell escorted her to a police vehicle, she was being taken back to the precinct for now. As she entered the car, their eyes locked again. For a moment, she saw his need, she felt it, but it was fleeting. He turned around as the car pulled away and Jamie thought to herself, “I’ll be searching for a fix too, Sherlock.”